Acting was mysterious & absorbing chemistry by Leo, Tobey, Carey, and Joel and all supporting cast. We loved the movie except I couldn't stop thinking about the ending all the next day and thinking "why?". I know Leo stated in the press he wanted to honor the book. Why oh why at the end did Jay Gatsby's father not attend the funeral as Fitzgerald had written in the book?! This ending is integral to the story. It's part of the theme - Jay helped his father - bought a house for him (not the mansion, a different house), Jay Gatsby wanted to better himself... understood & gratefully acknowledged by the father. A father's approval is important...this is part of the Great Gatsby love story. Hence, to me, this perfect poem of a book is brought to life like a beautiful dance where someone stumbles at the end. The ending mood of the movie is totally a different one from the book. I'll never know why they chose to leave out a few crucial minutes to explain the father's role. Anyway maybe there were father/son issues with people involved in writing screenplay or directing or whatever. I can't dwell on it - the movie was brilliant all & all.
Turning now to sports "old sport" like Gatsby would say, I have one thing to say. It's hard to be a fan. Someone mentioned this to me a few days ago. I agree. Everyone is a fan of someone or some team...all the way up to their own god. Watching hockey for years, I like to express myself instantly watching different exciting moments. Wherever we get our inspiration is good - we can be superfans, fly the flag, wear the jersey, phone or text each other at intermissions and talk about specifics, then put down the phone and watch the next period. We can yell, we can scream - we can walk around zombie-like in disbelief and dejection when our team the Canucks are eliminated in a 4 game sweep, then revisit that emotion like deja vu when another Canadian team, the Habs, are eliminated , then revisit the emotion briefly when Toronto Maple Leafs blow a 3 goal lead in the last period. I know of famous musicians (and others) who go through super elated highs and severe lows with their team. They want to be inspired. To those famous ones I ask...please understand your fans. If they express themselves with too much passion, forgive them...for to them you are a symbol of hope and joy.. If they persist too vividly and intrusively, show them a moment of kindness, please, then move on. I say this in response to a news article I read - I won't mention names. It's hard to be famous, but it's hard to be a fan, too. Love is all.
To complete my blog I include two flower pics - the first one is May 15th. The irises were in full bloom on the 12th and I don't have a closeup - I was too mesmerized by their beauty that day - Mother's Day. My sister gave a small clump of tubers to plant several years ago - they create a bigger area and bloom more & more each year...and she was a mother, too. My dear departed sister's irises...scented sweetly with memories.
And here is my one Queen of Night below, a purple black tulip - the only one to bloom this year in a patch of 6 bulbs. Symbolic to be the only one...still, I transplanted the other bulbs to rootless soil. This blossom opened on May 5th and tonight this Queen is more beautiful and dark, aloft on a tall stem, supported by a slender twig and guarded by a delicate spider.
To my flower ladies, fold soft dark petals across your hearts against black night, and open again to live with me in tomorrow's light.
Happy Victoria Day weekend! Go Ottawa Sens...?...!!
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